A/N: Ok! So another story that I have been really, really wanting to write having been obsessed with Friday the 13th for years. Jason Voorhees is just too cool. It is a JasonxOC but that isnt the basis of the storyline. As you will find out as you read on.

I hope you enjoy it, and please review to tell me your thoughts!

Contains nudity, violence, gore, language and Jason goodness.

Disclaimer: I dont own Friday the 13th, nor Jason Voorhees and if I did, I wouldn't share him!

Jason's thoughts
Pamela Voorhees

Just thought I'd put a little side note before you begin. In my story, Jason is very intelligent and is capable of speech but wont be doing that very often.

Thirty years had passed since Jason Voorhees became the Camp Crystal Lake killer; thirty years of peacefulness save for the frequent groups of young adults sullying his home. Now, a new threat was encroaching Crystal Lake and Jason didn't quite know what to make of it.

Loud, noisy machinery was slowly but surely bulldozing the forests his prey used as an escape route. There were so many workmen that even the powerful serial killer dare not intervene. Besides, his mother had demanded it of him to stay out of sight even with the urge to hunt pulsating through his veins.

Turning away from the loud construction sight, Jason moved deeper into the untouched acreage of wood, curling his fingers around the handle of his machete in silent reflection.

They will not destroy my home.

Loud, thumping music echoed out of the sedan as it whizzed its way down the dirt roads of Crystal Lake, it's occupants shouting and making a mockery of the warning signs they passed on their way to the lake.

"Check it out! These morons really think Jason Voorhees is around killing people? Bullshit." The sandy-haired driver guffawed over the music.

"Like I know, right?" A pampered blond sat in the passenger side, as fake as the nails on her fingers.

"I hear he kills whores, Rachel," Another blond girl in the back leaned across the centre console, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Takes one to know one, Bethany," Rachel sneered back.

The boy sitting next to Bethany rolled his eyes and tapped the driver Anthony on the shoulder. "How much longer man? I can't take much more of this."

"Not too long, Rick. Look, there's the sign!"

Amelia, the quietest passenger stared at the giant sign of 'Camp Crystal Lake' as they turned down the road, feeling a nervous tension in her gut. It wasn't as though she'd put any thought on the stories told about Jason Voorhees but it was a little nerve wracking. It hadn't been her first choice to come with these guys anyway.

All of them were the children of her parents friends, and since the adults decided to take an extended vacation they had sent the kids off to Crystal Lake where they assumed they wouldn't get into trouble. Amelia sighed heavily and combed her fingers restlessly through her curly brown locks. If there was trouble to be found in the place, her four 'friends' would be sure to find it.

"Are we there yet?" Rachel whined to Anthony, pouting and sliding a manicured hand down his thigh.

"Jesus babe, not while I'm driving! And yes."

Their destination was one of the new establishments the council had built to raise the revenue, drawing people from all over the state to come holiday at Crystal Lake. Despite the warnings of the notorious killer, there were several other cars parked alongside each other with young adults milling about the buildings.

There were also quite a few people swimming considering the small but quaint cottages were situated on the lakeside; some people were even half-naked and too busy with each other to notice the amount of people around them. Amelia could feel the colour snaking its way down her neck as she clambered out of the car, wishing to disappear under a rock for the two weeks her parents had sentenced her here for.

Amelia had never belonged in a social circle, save for her own. Friends came and went as they pleased, and most people ignored her. Sometimes the loneliness drove her batty but at other times it was just what the doctor ordered. The anti-sociableness had started when her parents enrolled Amelia into something she hated with a passion. Football. The local girls team had been recruiting.

After a couple of sessions, Amelia came away from it with emotional wounds and a long, ugly scar that stretched from the corner of her eye down to her chin in a jagged line. Even now the other young adults were staring and whispering amongst themselves; some even dared to point and giggle.

"Let's go find a cottage!" Rick enthused, nudging Amelia playfully with his elbow. He was the only one in the group she even vaguely got along with.

Smiling shyly, Amelia followed after him, carrying the one suit case she'd brought with her tightly against her chest. Rachel, Bethany and Anthony were close on her heels, laughing and already voicing their plans loudly to the rest of the party goers.

It was nearing sundown by the time the group got settled into the cottage, and it was only then did Amelia discover there wasn't a bed for her.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" She asked softly.

Rachel shrugged uncaringly. "Outside? I don't care."

Anthony and Bethany sniggered quietly to themselves as Amelia flushed from anger and embarrassment. Rick looked ready to defend her before Bethany leapt at him, tackling him to the couch, and engaging him in a sloppy kiss.

"Screw you guys." Amelia spat and stormed out, taking the suitcase with her.

"Have fun whoring yourself to get a room!" Bethany sang.

"Amelia!" Rick called after her.

Almost in tears, Amelia shut the door behind her and went off in search of a free cottage. People were already starting to party and drink themselves stupid. Once or twice, Amelia was the victim of a quick grope or grabbing hands before her head snapped around to reveal the scar and the lechers backed off with sneers and grimaces.

One cottage appeared to be empty; the smallest and closest to the daunting forest. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Amelia climbed the set of stairs to the porch and went inside. It was quaint with a small sitting room at the entrance, a kitchen, laundry, bathroom and a small bedroom with a double bed at the back, overlooking the lake. Dumping the suitcase on the floor, Amelia tugged the bedspread off (who knows what's been on there) before flinging herself down on the mattress, resting her head on her folded arms as the last rays of sunlight drifted behind the trees.

And then the music really started blaring, causing the cottage to vibrate and pulse with the beat of the music. Growling in frustration, Amelia clambered off the bed and tottered outside, the smell of sizzling sausages and marshmallows flooding her senses.

"Amelia, I'm sorry I didn't defend you before." Rick had appeared at the steps, staring up at her.

"No, you were preoccupied." Amelia deadpanned and stepped down, completely blowing past him in the direction of food. Rick sidled up to her and threw a tentative arm around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I really am."

Sighing, and mentally berating herself for being such a forgiving person, she patted the hand on her shoulder. "It's ok. Now let's find some food!"

Jason strode through the bush, quiet despite his size as the loud music met his ears. Changing direction, he walked towards the glow of campfires, recognising the new buildings that had been built in favour for the party goers he so despised. Just at the tree line, out of sight, the killer watched with cold calculation as the young adults indulged in alcohol and each other's bodies.

Just to his left, mere feet away, two women were making out with each other, fondling and groping beneath the thin material that barely covered their assets. Fierce anger rose inside Jason, flooding him with memories of the counsellors who were doing much of the same while he drowned. The machete was in his hand and descending on the pair before they could even scream, decapitating them both with one strike.

Good, my sweet boy. Punish these filthy children. Punish them! Pamela Voorhees screeched inside his head.

Yes, mother.

Wiping the blade against a tree trunk, the crimson stains came away easily with just a few flecks of blood remaining on the tip. Thrilled that he had pleased his mother, Jason collected the bodies and kicked the heads along like soccer balls as he disappeared into the night.

Amelia sat on a decaying log in front of a campfire, knees curled up against her chest as she held a stick over the fire, watching as the marshmallow turned crisp and chewy for devouring. Blowing gently on it, Amelia bit a tiny bit off and moaned softly in satisfaction. Rick was downing beers by her side, talking absolute nonsense which she ignored for the most part until his hands started wondering.

"Rick!" She shrieked as his hand crept up her shirt. Flinging the stick around, she whacked him with it only for it to break when it hit his shoulder.

"Oh come on, Amelia. Let me fuck you. You'll like it, I promise."

A few onlookers did nothing but watch and laugh as Rick pinned her beneath the weight of his body, pressing slobbery kisses to her innocent lips. Angry beyond sense, Amelia kneed him in the crotch, shoving him off as he groaned in pain. Not waiting or caring to see if he was capable of coming after her, Amelia sprinted towards her cabin before deciding to run past it, deep into the woods until the sound of the music was barely audible.

Panting and slightly out of breath, Amelia counted to ten to calm her breathing before turning to where she could see the lake just through the trees. The moon created a magnificent silhouette over the lake as it rose. Sitting down on the grass, Amelia rubbed at her arms and stared down at the shimmering water. Would she ever be able to find someone trustworthy? A true friend? Silent tears made silver lines on her face; a start contrast to the scar marring her features.

"Why can't anyone just..." she sighed heavily. "Guess it doesn't matter. Why should I even bother with anyone anymore?"

It had occurred to her many times. But suicide was a cowards way it. What other choice was there when life didn't seem to appreciate her existence. As Amelia stared into the water, her thoughts reverted to how Jason Voorhees had drowned and wandered what it would be like to go out that way. Serene and peaceful? No one would care or even notice her passing. What parents she had were barely even there for her. She'd be doing everyone a favour.

Standing and slipping off her shoes, she wiggled her toes in the wet earth, savouring the feeling of dirt and grass one last time before the cold water swamped around her ankles. It made her feel calm the more she stepped out, almost waist deep. A twig snapped somewhere behind her and Amelia whirled around, ready to defend herself but there was no one there. Just the trees whispering softly in the trees.

Letting her eyes scan the darkness for a few moments longer, Amelia turned back to her watery grave and continued on.

Jason had been on his way back to kill more of the dirty children when a flash of skin caught his eye. It was a girl, running into the forest, and the urge to chase her flowed through his veins. Readying his machete, the killer stalked the young woman only to see that she had sat down on the embankment and was talking to herself. It gave him pause. This child wasn't drinking, having sex or doing drugs. What was she doing with that rowdy group? Since his mother wasn't screaming at him to kill her, Jason watched carefully from the cover of shadows as she stood and stepped into the water.

A shiver spread like wildfire through his entire body as she stepped into the vile liquid. And he stepped back on reflex, the sight of someone openly venturing into the water instilled a fierce fear within him. The noise caught her attention and she spun around, searching for him. Jason was well hidden, his eye widening as the moonlight caught her features. Curly brown hair settled around the heart shape of her face; blue eyes starting searchingly in the darkness. The only thing marring her perfection was the scar down the side of her face.

Jason was fascinated, having never seen anyone so beautiful in his lifetime. This girl was not like the others. That much was clear. Most people who came to the lake fled like rabbits whenever they heard a leaf move. This young woman did not fear the dark or what it contained. Sheathing his machete, Jason watched as she turned back to the water and continued in.

What on earth was she doing? People didn't go swimming fully clothed. Jason shuffled in frustration, trying desperately to understand what would make her go into the water on such a cold night? The tell tale signs of a chill were beginning to set in; her shoulders were shaking the deeper she went until the water was up to her neck.

Rapid footsteps thundered through the forest, and Jason snapped his head around as a few young people flitted through the trees, stumbling and calling for someone. "Amelia!" They continued closer and Jason could see the girl in the water had turned around again, lifting her head.

Jason cocked his head to the side. So her name was Amelia. A pretty, fitting name for one such as her.

"Amelia, you little slut! Come out, come out!" Rachel called in a nasally sing-song voice, breaking through the trees to see just her head floating above the water. "I found her!"

Anthony, Bethany and a stumbling Rick arrived on the embankment staring out at her.

"Leave me alone!" Amelia croaked, more from the cold than fear though that was there too as Rick stared down at her.

"Bitch! What the fuck are you doing? You're gonna die in there!" Bethany snapped and walked to the water's edge. "Get the fuck out."

"Yeah, come out, Amelia." Rick grunted. "I can't wait to get my hands on you. You won't be a virgin for much longer."

"Heh. I got an idea. She can suck my cock while you fuck her!" Anthony crowed, hardly even dressed decently having just been entertaining Rachel, who had half her chest hanging out of her shirt.

Amelia shivered and cringed, paddling further into the water, away from them only to swivel around to see Rick removing his clothing to come in after her. Yelping as he stepped into the water, Amelia could feel her heart rate rising, her breath coming shorter as she fought to keep above the water. Drowning herself was acceptable. Being drowned or rape by a person wasn't the way she wanted to end this.

Jason sneered beneath his mask at the display, eyes setting on the three standing on the embankment as the other boy dived into the lake. The two girls had gone down on their knees in front of the remaining boy and were doing something to him that made him groan.

Kill them! Dirty, sullied children! Defiling our land! Kill them, Jason!

With pleasure, mother.

Brandishing his machete, Jason all but flew from the bush, his powerful legs driving him towards Anthony. Like a knife through butter, the machete went through Anthony's chest, into Rachel's head, killing them immediately. Bethany screamed in horror, falling onto her back as the dead bodies landed on top of her. Jerking the machete out of the flesh, Jason drove it through, straight through the bodies and into Bethany.

By now Rick was almost near Amelia who barely kept above the water, weakened from the cold and anxiety. Jason stopped mere inches from the water, staring out at the helpless female with conflicting emotions spinning within his mind. What did he do? Save her? He didn't save people but he definitely needed to do something about the boy before he reached Amelia. Turning on his heel, Jason fled back into the woods.

Amelia had seen the whole massacre play out, fear instilled within her and it had nothing to do with Rick rapidly getting closer. Jason Voorhees existed! He actually existed! And he'd murdered the people she grimaced to call friends without pause. A hand wrapped around her throat and began dragging her back towards the embankment.

"Let me go!" Amelia shrieked, weakly punching the strong boy without any progress. Rick just laughed and cuffed her in the head. The blow had been meant as a warning but it made Amelia dizzy and uncoordinated. Rick had to literally drag her from the water as she lay shivering and coughing on the wet earth as he fiddled with the buttons to her jeans.

"No..." Amelia croaked weakly, eyes falling to the pile of bodies. Rick hadn't noticed and was too intent on getting her jeans undone to follow her gaze. Was this really how it was going to end? Getting her virginity taken against her will by a drunk scumbag she had once called a friend. Finding a new strength from within, Amelia punched him square in the jaw, her arm and knuckles aching from the effort but it worked.

Rick went reeling back in surprise, giving her just enough time to crawl out from under him and stagger to her feet before unsteadily rushing into the forest. Rick gave chase immediately, tackling the young woman to the ground in seconds. Amelia shrieked but a swift cuff of his hand to her face silenced her. Holding quivering hands to her cheek, Amelia whimpered, feeling as though her eye was going to burst.

"You're gonna pay for that," Rick breathed into her face, the alcohol on his breath putrid.

Amelia screamed helplessly as his fingers slipped into her jeans and roughly shoved inside her, scissoring them quickly to cause her as much pain as possible. If he went any further, he would truly rob her of her innocence. A loud twang and a hiss of something slithering through the air rent through the night before a meaty thud echoed above her.

Rick opened and closed his mouth, blood pooling at the corners of his lips as he went down on his side. Scrambling in a crab-like fashion and tugging up her jeans with tears streaming down her cheeks, Amelia could only watch as the life slowly began to dissipate from his eyes. The arrow protruding from his back gave her a sudden idea and before she even realised what she was doing, Amelia stood and stomped over to him.

From the trees, Jason watched with his bow slung loosely over his shoulder, curious as to what she was going to do. Amelia wrenched the arrow at, causing Rick to cry out and cough blood over the dirt. It almost made the killer notch another arrow to punish her for helping his victim when all of a sudden she raised the arrow and plunged it straight down into his eye.

The ear splitting screech lasted for a few seconds before Rick's body twitched and went still. Amelia fell back on her rump, staring without really seeing. What had she done?

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